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big kahuna - mike oxlong lyrics

[verse]
expect my p*ss at your funeral
all the names you ate, droppin’ at your funeral
it’s cold world out here but i’m makin’ it warmer
i’m at the top, you’re still stuck in the corner
could use my hands to talk sh*t
but you use chris and moi to talk your sh*t
shoot your shot to the goal, sh*t was a miss
hit the weed and hit on every single b*tch
word in the streets, you scared of the streets
cartel comin’ from texas catchin’ you on the streets
you are a f*ck up, you are not so neat
eyes so big but the bullets you couldn’t see
f*cked with my b*tch, motherf*cka wouldn’t leave
rootin’ for the other team when i come to the game
i know where you at even if i got fame
shed tears, soft side done came
truth is you is nothin’ but a f*ckin’ lame
flirted with mines so i took yo’ sister to town
that ass, that ass is what i pound
last game was a sleeper, next game tragic
lose everytime cause my prescense f*cks you up
still at the bottom so don’t look up
want to talk sh*t, aight, say less, what’s up
you are not loyal
i’ll admit, i’m not too loyal anymore
lost it a long time ago, don’t got that sh*t anymore
y’all ain’t gonna last long, and i know
expressed my feelings and they told me you’re dead
careers dead, auntie dead, real father dead
i know it’s a lot of your attention i fed
but i’m gonna take it all away
talk about kanye, your angels will fly away
all this time, i knew yo ass was a fake
bunch of my own shots you couldn’t take
and you girl, takin’ all my kisses back for the better
nevermind the word b*tch sounds better
this beef will go on forever, beef won’t settle
kick you all the way down with the heavy metal
love to give you both hate and hate
don’t ever question me ‘bout my faith
whos the hare and the tortoise, but i’m the hare
and the hare wins the f*ckin’ race
g.o.a.t, this title was hard to achieve
an annoyin’ motherf*cka for you was easy to achieve
everyone hates you but don’t tell you
everyone now loves me, don’t have to tell me
all the b*tches you’ve wanted fell for me
picture with yo’ idol, wish it was you and not me
but it is what is, is what it is
my d*ck or ass, what one you wanna kiss
actin’ homicidal with an empty list
actin’ suicidal, now when it comes to bars
on the note, you don’t f*ckin’ miss
now excuse me, your jersey i’ma go ahead and p*ss on
[outro]
f*ck with me, i’ll f*ck you up in the song
and in real life b*tch
there better motherf*ckin’ soccer players than you

- mike oxlong lyrics

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